A tribute to the peaks of low-budget Italian crime novels and to lubed-up synth-wave, Scorpion Violente feel up their synths with all the vigor of a manic depressive on a downward slope. Scorpion Violente emit their dirty feedback-washed discharge, adding Ich Bin and Le Syndicat Electronique to their holiday activity books. The tempo is even slower than before, with echoes more distant than In Aeternum Vale and Ike Yard dripping from their stabbing loops. Cold cyclo-rhythmic blues, sure to make Alan Vega turn in his grave.